- (via Melon: A Headband and Mobile App to Measure Your…
Now wait just a minute. How the… When the… I mean… ?
Wearable tech is really 50/50. Recognisable form factors can be pretty cool (anything you can wear around your wrist, for example). Other things seem destined to be pilloried by all but the most ardent lovers of tech (ahem, Glass…). But that said, and whichever side of the nerd/not-nerd fence you sit on, does it not feel like The Future has actually arrived, or at least is standing at the door waiting for an invitation to cross the threshold?
A headband that reads your mind. That you can use for brain training exercises. “Fold the origami paper with your mind…” The part of my brain responsible for sci-fi narratives is doing cartwheels right now, just thinking about the possibilities.
It’s just happening soooo quickly…
- A Poet Reflects: “There is nothing more difficult to outgrow than anxieties that have…
A Poet Reflects: “There is nothing more difficult to outgrow than anxieties that have…:
“There is nothing more difficult to outgrow than anxieties that have become useful to us, whether as explanations for a life that never quite finds its true force or direction, or as fuel for ambition, or as a kind of reflexive secular religion that, paradoxically, unites us with others in a…
- "I’m guilty of it as much as anyone else, if not more. Here I am talking about empathy, day in and…"
“I’m guilty of it as much as anyone else, if not more. Here I am talking about empathy, day in and day out, continuing to ignore my emails. Ignoring my fellow human beings, people who want to forge or desperately maintain a connection with me. People for whom my silence is waiting, wondering, irritation, aggravation, inconvenience, rejection, confusion, lost opportunity, added work, a denial, a sign. Yet I continue to not respond.”
Aaaand we’re back. Celebrated a birthday at the weekend, which fell in the middle of a zone of focused attention (redecorating, taking care of some familial obligations, attending to a few pressing deadlines, restarting some disciplines…), which has meant that I’ve been a little difficult to get hold of recently. I’m catching up now (thanks for the birthday greets, if I haven’t already responded to something you sent— I’m working on it!), but there’s a fair amount to wade through. And I’m thinking about related issues, the balance between the focus/attention the world demands from you and the focus/attention you need to pay to the things you really want to do.
I do as best as I can to be responsive. While that’s a word that’s been claimed by current coding and design trends driven by the explosion of different screen dimensions and particularly with mobile devices in mind, the core principle remains: there’s a wide range of people who have license (by virtue of the fact that I’m a creative freelancer and educator) to contact me, each with their own set of expectations. There’s a finite body of time I have to do “work” which may or may not include the requests and expectations of those people. And there are the things that I want or have to get done. Not to mention the time that must be reserved as personal. These things sit alongside each other like neighbouring countries disputing shared borders, each prone to launching full-on land grabs. The map is constantly rewritten. And I sit at the centre of it all, negotiating and keeping the peace as best as I can.
I do as best as I can to be responsive, and sometimes I fail. Sometimes the need for focused and dedicated time trumps my daily aspiration to get to the bottom of my todo list or empty the inbox and attend to every action item appropriately. Sometimes the weight of the inbox screams loudly for attention, to the exclusion of everything else. I must make things (text things, learning experiences, and more) but I must also do the work of managing that making and all the other things that come hand in hand with living in the real world. Maker time, manager time.
The major takeaway from Hess’ post is the importance of remembering the people behind the communications and requests that we receive. With that said, I’m slowly getting better at managing expectations (gotta love those auto-responders). At the root of it all, there’s always the understanding that I’m ultimately responsible for the constant potential for busy-ness— it’s the price of doing the business I do.
Doesn’t the world demand We dance? Doesn’t it insist on it? And why not? …
Doesn’t the world demand
Doesn’t it insist on it?
And why not?
At the leaves,
Look at the weeds.
Look at the least blade
Of grass in the breeze.
None of them begs off
Or offers excuses.
None of them refuses
—Gregory Orr, from “Doesn’t the world demand,” in River Inside the River: Three Lyric Sequences (W. W. Norton & Co., 2013)
“Remember that the present day is given to you in order to gain the future day of…
“Remember that the present day is given to you in order to gain the future day of eternity; make a firm purpose to employ the day well for this intention.”
—St. Francis de Sales
- Murmur — From sound to light, by talking to walls. (by…
Murmur — From sound to light, by talking to walls. (by Chevalvert)
Any Processing gurus out there? I’d love to do something like this mashed up with a poetry reading. Imagine a graphics engine that could reacted to words and word combinations with light, shapes and colour… Mmmm.
- "When I was younger, I saw 20-somethings sitting at coffee shops and thought they must be so happy…"
“When I was younger, I saw 20-somethings sitting at coffee shops and thought they must be so happy now that they’re older and have their lives together. Now I’m the 20-something and I see that life doesn’t slow down and fall into place just because you’re old enough. Being older just means that you have to make time to stop and enjoy that coffee.”
– (via rebeccasusanne)
Okay, so I never actually used to see/idolise people at coffee shops when I was a teen— I don’t do coffee, and as a kid in south east London the closest I got to a coffee shop was a greasy spoon café. That said, this resonates today. Things don’t just fall into place with time. You make them so. You curate your time as carefully as a garden— you sow the seeds of beautiful/rewarding things, you do your best to see them mature, you trap and pull the weeds. When I was young, we grew an apple tree in the back yard. It took a few years to learn that without pruning, the tree produced no fruit (there was no Google, and I had no access to expertise). You cut away the things you don’t need and double down on what’s left. Funny— I’d totally forgotten that tree until now.